The Job by Claire Adams Read Free Book Online

meat rod when we were having sex—yeah, that was her specific
question. Apparently, that’s a lot more common a sexual phrase than I could
ever have imagined.
    Still,
though, it always comes out so awkward. I’m more of a doer than a talker when
it comes to sex.
    “I
don’t know,” I tell her, trying to buy myself some time to recollect something,
anything from that late-night Google search.
    “Don’t
be shy,” she says. “For me, every time I see you turn toward me, I can see that
bulge in your pants, and I’ve always wanted to know what it would feel like to
have that inside of me.”
    “Do
I really walk around with a bulge in my pants?” I ask. “That can’t make a very
good impression on your customers.”
    She
lets out an exaggerated series of giggles and says, “Maybe it’s just wishful
thinking. I want it so much that I can’t help but see it every time I look at
you.”
    “Oh,”
I say. “Well, that’s a relief.”
    I
told you, I’m bad at this.
    I
manage to get almost dry before Linda moves down between my legs. I’m drying my
face when she does, so it takes me by surprise when I feel her hand wrapping
around me.
    By
the time the towel’s out of the way, she’s looking up at me with my tip in her
mouth.
    “Do
you like that?” she asks, patting the end of me against her bottom lip.
    “Yeah,”
I answer.
    This
is what I’m good at when it comes to sex talk: yes and no questions. I can nail
those every time.
    “What
about this?” she asks and takes me all the way into her mouth.
    I
wasn’t completely hard when she started, but I can feel myself pulsing as her
lips wrap around my base and her tongue moves over the underside of my cock.
    “Holy
shit,” I mutter and she pulls back, jerking me with her hand and smiling now.
    “Good,”
she says. “Follow me.”
    She
walks about a step ahead of me, leading me with her hand around my erection.
    We
get into her bedroom and she stops and turns around, lifting herself just
enough to let me feel how wet she is against my dick.
    I
bend down and kiss her on the mouth and, wrapping my arms around her lower
back, I lift her off the ground and carry her over to the bed.
    As
I slip one finger into her, curling it to massage her g-spot, she starts
rocking her hips, moaning softly.
    “That’s
it,” she says, “right there. Don’t stop.”
    I
wasn’t planning on it.
    Her
legs part a little farther and I kiss her knees to her inner thigh to the
sensitive curve at the base of her leg and run my tongue smoothly over her
lips, settling on her clit.
    She’s
breathing so hard already. With my finger still inside of her, I play my tongue
over her pink ruby like a paintbrush over canvas.
    Her
skin is so hot and she grows ever wetter as I continue to pleasure her, her
legs moving back and forth against the sides of my head, in a perfect, gentle
rhythm.
    One
hand moves through my hair, her fingers toying with my locks, while with the
other, she grasps her breast, her legs starting to quiver and she’s begging me
to put myself inside her.
    I
raise myself up on the bed and I quickly move over her, sliding myself easily
between her folds, kissing her mouth and pulling her close.
    My
mouth is over hers as she comes, shaking beneath me, her fingernails biting
into my back and her pleasured screams muffled by the cradle of my mouth.
    Her
orgasm begins to die down and I move my lips to kiss her forehead and she
breathes, “Holy fuck.”
    My
only response is a smile.
    She
pulls herself up and kisses me ravenously and puts her ankles against my ass,
pushing me deeper and deeper inside of her.
    “I
want you to come,” she chants, her breath heavy and warm against the side of my
face. “I want you to come.”
    I
work my hands underneath her body and pull her upright, and we both sit
cross-legged as she pumps her body over mine, working to bring the warmth out
of me.
    “Are
you close?” she asks.
    “Yeah,”
I breathe, kissing her neck, and she rides me so